THE SOURCE
OF SUSTENANCE
I've jiggered your horrors and now you
want support : you're supposed to go
through all this on your own. The best
I can give you is one hand, and only a
few fingers at that. I'm beat, and
exhausted; how they say, 'sated.'
I'm done. (This is not a sex poem,
but oh how I wish it were).
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